Wednesday, 14 November 2012

Chez Dre

‘Why are all the
good cafes in alleyways?’ asked my little sister as we rounded the
corner to Chez Dre. ‘Because we’re in Melbourne, I grunted back,
half-asleep.

I’ve kind of been meaning to go to Chez Dre for over a year
now, but being car-less, I’ve never really mustered up the determination to
trudge my way out there in the early hours. But it’s not every day my younger
sister turns 10, so up we got at 9am on a Sunday to make our way to South
Melbourne. We were predictably faced with a 25 minute wait when we got there, but
it would’ve been significantly shorter if an inconsiderate couple hadn’t pushed
their way in front of us, and if outdoor seating was a viable option in the
weather. C’est la Vie/First World Problems.

It was bliss when we were finally seated in the plush green
booth, overlooking the shining kitchen and away from the gusts of cold air
coming through the door. Watching the hustle and bustle in the kitchen made the
wait for food much less agonising; there was a poor girl in there whose only
job seemed to be poaching cratefuls of eggs. I really hope she gets paid well
for it.

Grand Petit Dejeuner ($19.5)

Grand Petit Dejeuner ($19.5)

My greedy little sister ordered the most lavish item on the
menu, the Grand Petit Dejeuner
($19.5). For those of you who didn’t do high school French, that literally translates
to ‘big little lunch’, or as we know it, ‘big breakfast’. The items on the
plate marched two by two (hurrah, hurrah) – a pair of potato rosti wedges, two
perfectly formed eggs, a duo of lamb sausages, and a couple of bacon rashers
served with mushrooms, avocado, tomato relish, and sourdough toast. This was a
little different from your standard big breakfast offerings, and we enjoyed
every single element of the dish. My sister loved the rustic, minted sausages,
and I loved swiping the meaty, herbed mushrooms through the runny egg yolks.

Moroccan Baked Eggs ($17.5)

Moroccan Baked Eggs ($17.5)

I had wanted to order the exotic cheese and corn soufflé, but
upon seeing that it had been taken off the menu, switched to the Moroccan Baked Eggs ($17.5)
instead. I always make the mistake of digging into baked eggs way too quickly
and burning my mouth, but this was too good to resist. The yolks were golden
and the thick sauce was full of flavour, best scooped up with the crunchy
baguette and topped with a slice fatty lamb sausage and a drizzle of cool
yoghurt.

But what Chez Dre is really known for is their baked goods
and delectable sweets. After pacing back and forth in front of the long glass
cabinet, munching on free samples (a fat chocolate éclair, and a wobbly mango
dome), we decided on 2 macarons and a cake to share.

Caramel Macaron/Green Tea Macaron ($3ea)

If it’s there, and it always is, I will get the Caramel Macaron ($3). This was
great, chewy with a sticky sweet caramel center that had just a hint of salt. The
Green Tea Macaron ($3) fared
a little less well in my opinion. I would’ve liked a grassy, matcha flavour
that this failed to deliver on, and it was a little bit too crumbly. My sister
on the other hand loved it, so don’t let me put you off.

Hazelnut Praline Crunch ($8.5)

Passing up the shinier, more extravagant looking confections,
we ordered the Hazelnut Praline
Crunch ($8.5), reminiscent of Ferrero Rochers. A cube of layered
chocolate and hazelnut mousse was supported by a crumbly base, and crowned with
a sculpture of praline and biscuit crumbs. We were told by a passing waitress
that this was the most popular cake, and we weren’t even remotely surprised. The
praline really elevated the dessert to a new level, adding that elusive,
slightly sticky crunch to the smooth and light mousse. It’s definitely in the
running for dessert of the year.

The hype surrounding Chez Dre is certainly justified, but it
has also become a bit of a victim of its own success. Despite quite possibly
being the largest cafe in Melbourne, we still had to face a 25 minute wait for
tables, plus another 35 minutes for food, and there were only two of us. I
personally find that sort of wait to be excessive, no matter how good the nosh
may be. I’m not saying don’t go; definitely go, just not on the weekend. Or
just pop straight in and out for one of their gourmet baguettes and half a
dozen macarons to go.

Yep that's the sister unit, she's a (very loud) cutie :) I totally get what you mean with the long wait putting you off though, maybe if you tried... 10:30 on a tuesday morning? Not entirely the most practical haha